The full moon shone brightly in the sky, its pure silver light draping the world in a mystical glow. It was the kind of sight that made the night feel alive, ancient, and beautiful. Yet, most people were fast asleep by now, missing out on one of the simplest and purest wonders in the world. And those who were still awake rarely had the time or even the will to stop for a few seconds to admire this ancient wonder. They were either holed up in their rooms, drowning under artificial light, glued to glowing screens, or locked inside towering concrete cages called offices, chasing deadlines that would only end with their demise.
Sometimes, during those late-night hours, they glance up from their desk or out a narrow window, catching a glimpse of the glowing orb hanging serenely in the night sky. And for a fleeting moment, something in their chest would ache. A strange yearning would rise, a longing they couldn't quite name.
